Aurora quae Solem parit

Sweet Morn! thou Parent of the Sun!
And Daughter of the same!
What joy and gladness, through thy birth,
This day to mortals came!

Cloth’d in the Sun I see Thee stand,
The Moon beneath thy feet;
The Stars above thy sacred head
A radiant coronet.

Thrones and Dominions gird Thee round,
The Armies of the sky;
Pure streams of glory from Thee flow,
All bath’d in Deity!

Terrific as the banner’d line
Of battle’s dread array!
Before Thee tremble Hell and Death,
And own thy mighty sway:

While crush’d beneath thy dauntless foot,
The Serpent writhes in vain;
Smit by a deadly stroke, and bound
In an eternal chain.

O Mightiest! pray for us, that He
Who came through Thee of yore.
May come to dwell within our hearts,
And never quit us more.

Praise to the Father, with the Son,
And Holy Ghost, through Whom
The Word eternal was conceiv’d
Within the Virgin’s womb.